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Oct 2013
if it kills, it kills slowly
pain is easily borne
the flower pressed pages of reality
diminish nothing
affect only the memory
which of course relies
on blips and pops

after awhile you can only sense
the release of substance into the stream
that is blood
this chemical stew is interpreted
as emotion

so where is the essence that covered the  wide eyed view of the flower in bloom?
jimmy tee
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jimmy tee  VT
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